When the Plague Starts Lyrics & Tabs by Soul Khan
When the Plague Starts
guitar chords lyrics
Soul ain't you fronting 'bout
Your pain and suffering
No day that's rough and no
Cocaine and nothin' real
Ok then fuck it
I won't make a fuss if
They won't make me tussle
I OJ'd enough of 'em
Stop offering me ya ok production
There's no way you're touching these Home-made concussions from J57 never change my methods
We gon' save the babies like a date-line interest [?]
I bear the burdene of being one of the smartest, But I'm utterly modest
It's just the rest of 'em are fucking retarded
Naw, that's an insult to the actually handicapped
I see them and their families trapped and stuck in the margins, god
It's just the rest of 'em are fucking retarded
Naw, that's an insult to the actually handicapped
I see them and their families trapped and stuck in the margins, god
We using weaknesses to wreak 'em like it's second nature
I'm messing reputable medicine no Echinacea
Cause ima medicate you when the hands of death had take you
This is music, go to archaeologists and excavators
I been around the block, they say it ain't gonna change
And the truth of the matter, I am made for the same
They won't leave the party when his followers say it's a phase
And when the plague starts coming down, I'll bathe in the rain
I been around the block, they say it ain't gonna change
And the truth of the matter, I am made for the same
They won't leave the party when his followers say it's a phase
And when the plague starts coming down, I'll bathe in the rain
Your asking me to coach y'all
I would rather choke ya'll slowly
Hence forth, ya'll address me as Soul Khan Toby
Now your sonar's honing in on
Soul's bars homie
And they got your wig moving like a Mozart wrote me
Now define who the nicest, I'm better than 9 outa' 10 of 'em
I'll crush 'em and anybody that provided the pen of them
With their eyes on the prize
But the price of they retinas is too high
For you, so tell me why you defending 'em
I know it's tough to take the loss up out the supply
I'm cold enough to make the flock fly south of July
So open up the gates and stop cryin' bout the demise
Of what you knew and what you wanted, I'm boundary line
That I have carved in the dirt
I am the dog in reverse
But you, you just dog shit so y'all getting curbed
I gave my open heart
It gets me no regard
But I'm still getting busy and my nose is large
